Henry: Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in! Though, I guess we're outside...
Brady: Pop?! You're not dead! Did you use your hexes to preemptively bring yourself back or something?
Henry: No... But wouldn't THAT be fun! "Presurrection"! Anyway, I'm not the Henry you know. I came from another world to help you. It's called an Outrealm, because it's a realm outside this one. Get it?
Brady: Er...yeah, I get it. It's a shame you're not my real old man, but at least you're alive, um, legitimately.
Henry: Uh-huh. So which Risen do you want me to kill first? It's the least I can do since the other me is a smelly, wormy carcass now. Just point me at your most hated enemy, and I'll blow him off the map!
Brady: I wish it were that simple, but this battle is all but lost. You should go back to your world before things get any worse, Pop.
Henry: Huh? Why?
Brady: Uh, how about 'cause the valley is swarming with foes and we might drop like flies? You don't have to die to save somebody else's world.
Henry: Why not?
Brady: Beeeeee...cause you don't?
Henry: Sorry, but I'm not about to abandon my son when he's in danger. I like danger! And I'm also surprisingly okay with death. And flies. To me, this world's as cozy as a blanket. Nya ha ha!
Brady: Pop, you're kind of freaking me out.
Henry: I have that effect on people. But don't worry. I'm not actually going to die. Now shoo! Get on home to Ylisse. I'll take care of things here.
Brady: ...... Well, I don't know how to say no to that. But seriously, you'd better not die. 'Cause if ya do... I may not be you, old-timer, but I know a few measly curses of my own.
Henry: I hope they're measly. I don't want you dabbling in curses. You're too nice for that. Besides, they take a toll on the body. ...Oh! Want to see my rashes sometime? Anyway, I'll have this all sewed up in no time, so forget the curses and get moving!